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NOTE: This oneshot is loosely based off of the song 'Fiction' by B2ST. If you want to check the song out, see the description ^^ Gilbert didn't really like to talk about it, but he owned a couple of journals. If you wanted to be difficult, then yes, you could refer to them as 'diaries.' Of course, he hadn't written in any of them for years. He was too awesome to be writing in some sissy thing like that. Another thing Gilbert didn't like to talk about was…Elizaveta. In fact, he didn't even like to think about Elizaveta. Lately, he couldn't help it, though. Ever since Liz had left him for that… that insufferable Roderich, his thoug

It's going to rain.  Arthur thought to himself as he sat in the park near his house.  There were children and dogs running in the grass.  Couples were picnicking, laughing at the children playing.  Some were walking together, holding hands or pushing a pram.  A mother with a pram walked by, her baby cooing from its carrier. Seeing all of the happy couples reminded Arthur of his single status.  The bench felt cold with just him sitting on it.  The messy blonde stayed on the bench, lost in his thoughts and memories, when the first few raindrops started to fall. When his trench coat and hair had become lightly soaked, Arthur finally realized t

'No... Not him; please, anyone but him...' Toris awoke from his dream by an insistent chiming. It had been like this a lot lately; nightmares plagued him nearly every night. They were always one of three: Mr. Ivan coming towards him with his dreaded whip, smile cruel, voice soft and child-like and oh so cold. "You know I do this because I love you, my little favorite..." Miss Natalia, pressing a knife to his throat, pale porcline face as expressionless and dull as that of a doll… And then the worst- and most frequent- from which he had just awoken. Toris groped his bedside table for the bothersome thing that had chimed, turning his

Lonely. It's a word that Emil has known for all his life. He lives it everyday. Sure, he was part of the five fabulous Nordics. But he was the isolated islander, the extra. The one that was always left out. The other Nordics had each other—Berwald and Tino were always a pair, and even his brother, Lukas, routinely abandoned him for Matthias. All he got was the talking puffin. Therefore, it was in complete understanding that he wasn't looking forward to meeting ______________, a new Nordic micro-nation. After all, it was inevitable that she'd discard him like his fellow Nordics did. "C'mon, Emil!!" came a voice from outside his fron